All language subtitles for Scream and Scream Again

What's happened?

Nurse...

What is this?

(SLURPING)

(SCREAMING)

Your papers.

Right.

Through there.

Your documents.

Come out of the car.

Open the front up.

Open.

Now open the back.

Welcome home.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in.

- Ah, Konratz.
- Captain Salis.

How are you?

You're looking well.

I'm due at a central committee meeting.

I only have a few moments.

Sit down.

Ah, five years of power, eh?

Do you think we are finally winning?

I thought we already had.

(CHUCKLES)
What have you got for me?

Ah, the MX-12.

But look closer.

Fortunately, they aren't sensitized.

We can program our K-718 to misdirect it.

K-718?

That information is privileged, Konratz.

So how can you know about it?

Only Major Benedek and myself
have access to that information.

Get me Major Benedek, please.

Sir...

Please.

If you will let me explain,

you will find it is to our mutual advantage.

I... Please...

Look.

Look again.

(SHOULDER CRUNCHING)

- Life extinct.
- How are we doing?

Well, some good prints, sir,
but not good enough.

Take a look at this, sir.

"Eileen Stevens."

We need all the help we can get on this one.

At least she's got a name, Phil.

"Wish you were here.
The Crossways, Croydon."

Sounds impressive.

That's in Sussex, isn't it, sir?

Right. About 40 miles.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What is it?

Prof. Kingsmill has gone to the theater, sir.

I hope he enjoys it.

He says it's the first night off
he's had in a month.

Well, my heart bleeds for him.

- Who the bloody hell has?
- Sorry, sir?

- Get my car ready, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Get a hold of Kingsmill.
Don't stand for any bloody messing about.

I want the PM as soon as he can make it.

Sottle, go to the mortuary
with the body, will you?

You're in charge of all the exhibits.

Ask them to send the PM to the station
as soon as they can.

- Right away.
- PHOTOGRAPHER: Hold it please, sir.

Get out of the way.

It might be a good idea
to get some of the Special Patrol boys

stationed around the common tonight.

Do you think he's likely to return, sir?

He might not be too far away.
We can't take any chances.

Do you think he's a weirdo, sir?

Huh! What do you think?
I want more men, more phones.

Get the murder room set up
by the time I get back.

In the car, Joyce.

- Where to, sir?
- Croydon.

Is it murder, sir?

"Is it murder?"
Don't be so bloody stupid. Come on.

(SIREN WAILING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

- Who is it?
- Police.

Just a moment.

What's it all about?

Dr. Browning won't like being disturbed
this time of night.

He's not supposed to bloody well like it.
Just get him, will you?

Come this way.

I'll get the doctor, sir.

All right.

Snotty little bastard, isn't he?

Good evening.

I'm Dr. Browning.
Did you want to see me?

Detective Superintendent Bellaver.

It's about a Miss Eileen Stevens.
Do you know her, sir?

She works here. Yes. Is she in trouble?

Why do you ask, sir?

You'd hardly get us up
at this hour of the night if she wasn't.

She, uh, she with a boyfriend, do you know?

I really have no idea.

Tell me, is she from London
or, uh, around this way?

Well, I think she's from the North.

I got her through an agency.

Please, can't you tell me
exactly what she's done?

She hasn't done anything.

Putting it crudely, someone's done her.

What?

She's dead.

Oh, that's terrible!

Perfectly terrible.

How did it happen?

Her throat was cut.

(SIGHING) Well...

You don't believe in
breaking things gently, do you?

I have to know all you can tell me, sir,

her movements, friends, family, you know.

I'll tell you all I can.

I really didn't know her very well.

I took a couple of phone calls
for her once from a girlfriend...

I don't think we'll be looking
for a girl in this case, sir.

- No?
- No. She wasn't just murdered...

If you, uh, know what I mean.

KINGSMILL: Injuries...

Bruising and edema around the eyes,

bruising of the nose,

nasal bones fractured,

laceration of the lips

and inner right cheek,

jugular vein cut repeatedly...

Probably violent sawing done,

small punctures on right wrist,

vaginal contusions,

scratches around both breasts,

probably done with the nails
of the right hand.

Lord, I haven't seen anything like this
in donkey's years!

Scalpel.

What's the matter?

I was just wondering
what was the last thing she ever thought.

It's the fastest transition in the world,

from human being to corpse.

And it doesn't do to get the two confused,

or you'll never be successful.

Forceps.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)

Better wake him up, Sergeant. We're back.

Sir?

BELLAVER: I know. I know. I can smell it!

(YAWNS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Give Browning's statement to a typist,
then start an action book and log it.

Right.

(MAN SINGING)

Caruso's back.

Griffin, I'll... Shut up, Will you?

Griffin, get the new numbers

and ring 'em round
to all the other divisions, will you?

Anything?

No, sir.

How about you, sir?

No, no. You better get on
to the Yard's method index.

I already did, sir.

We're checking on
girls of the same age, servants,

every assault in this area
for the past 12 months, sir.

How long've these been around?

They're curling up like
Charlie Chaplin's boots.

Everything okay at Croydon, sir?

Appears to be,
if the statements check out all right.

See what you can find
on this Browning character,

a conviction or some record or other.

Yes, sir.

Can't tell one from the other
of these bloody things.

Smells like cheese, looks like ham.

Not far wrong. It's chicken.

Harry's going through
the girl's address book today.

If that doesn't turn anything up,
and the method index doesn't check,

-we're really up the wall.
- Yes.

Bloody problem is there's
no motive to a sex crime

apart from the sex.

That bloody chicken wasn't killed.
It died of old age.

You made many runs today?
Who are you?

I'm Dr. Sorel. I've the PM.

Right. Let's have it.

You work for Professor Kingsmill, Doctor?

(PLAYS RECORDING)

Yes, I've just qualified.

He was one of my professors.

KINGSMILL: ...fracture of nasal bones,
laceration of lips...

I can't sit around wasting
my time listening to that.

Why don't you write it out like you used to?

Just give me the main points, will you?

Okay. Well, the skull was caved right in.

The bone was depressed in
one area the size of a penny.

Is that what killed her?

No. Death was caused
by the severing of the jugular vein

and the resultant loss of blood.

Mmm. Yeah. Go on.

Just before that, she'd been strangled.

It was all incredibly brutal
and extremely crude.

Is there, um, anything else you can tell me?

Yes. A funny thing on her wrist,

two little wounds like punctures,
side by side, an inch apart.

Any ideas?

Looks like the sort of thing
that could have been made by a...

Meat skewer or knitting needle,
something like that.

It's quite common, this kind of violence,
though not to such a degree, of course.

Too bad for us, though, isn't it?

I don't get you.

Well, strangled, head bashed in, throat cut.

Doesn't sound like
it was for the sex at all, does it?

A psychopath?

That's about it. (SIGHING)

And the psycho's the most
difficult of all to get.

There's hardly ever any rational motive,
just the...

Just the animal compulsion to kill, that's all.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Nurse...

(PANTING)
What are they doing to me?

Nurse...

What are they doing to me?

Nurse...

What's happening?

What are they doing...

Oh.

(SCREAMING)

(GUN COCKING)

(GRUNTING)

No, no! Stop, please!

(GRUNTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

We can't make her tell us
why they were escaping.

Your lover, I have to tell you,

he is dead.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(BONE CRACKING)

Don't worry.

You will tell me.

You Will.

You Will.

(SINGING) Ahh

Scream and scream again

Scream and scream again

Scream and scream again

Scream and scream again

Ahh, ahh

Ahh

You're all wound up

Unwind a little bit

And remember when
you're on your own

That you say

You've got me

Ahh

You're feelin' down

Get up and take a ride

You forget to bring your doubts along

Come alive

So you can see...

What about him?

Scream and scream again

Scream and scream again

Everybody

Everybody scream and scream again...

What do you think?

He wouldn't fancy you.

Who says?

For I need you

And you need me, too

Yes, I do...

He's a good dancer.

- Lovely mover.
- Yeah!

Make it good

And see you wait around

It will take you anywhere

Like a dream

You've got to try

Hey! Where's he gone?

I didn't see him go.

Well, he was over there a minute ago.

Scream and scream again

Everybody screamin'

Scream and scream again

Never gonna hurt you

Ahh, ahh...

Oh. Don't look now,

but he's over there...

Looking at us!

There's one thing I'm thinking of

It's a scream

It's a scream

I want to scream

I want to scream

Scream and scream again

Scream and scream again

Everybody

Everybody scream and scream again

Ahh, ahh...

- Go on!
- Do you think I should?

Don't be silly!

For I need you

And you need me, too

Yes, I do

And you know why

Ahh

Make it good

And see you wait around

You gonna buy me a drink?

How 'bout coming for a ride?

Scream and scream again

I said, scream and scream again

Scream and scream again

Everybody scream and scream again

Never gonna hurt you

Not here.

It's no good here.

You don't have to hurt me.

Oh!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

I am utterly appalled.

What is your opinion, Minister?

I want you to look at the pictures.

It's really an internal problem.

Technically, Minister,

they were Major Benedek's prisoners,
not Konratz's.

And there are wider implications.

In some cases, we have found it
necessary to instill fear

in order to make the more stubborn

behave themselves and cooperate with us.

But in this instance, I agree

that license has been taken
to an unnecessary

and gruesome extreme.

Stories are filtering out already.

There have been stories enough
in the foreign press.

It could create
an embarrassing political situation.

It's difficult, Major.

I have always been sympathetic
to the military concept of order, but...

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes. That is why we allowed you
to remain in our government.

But for the total good.

I understand, Minister.

Politicians require more subtlety
than the militia. Yes?

Show him in, please.

Thank you for
bringing this matter to my attention.

No, thank you, sir.

The man and the girl...

You tortured them?

I interrogated them.

Of course.

(CROWD CHEERING IN DISTANCE)

You listen to them.

They sound happy enough.

We did not force them to celebrate
our 5 years of domination.

We have party unity.

Those who dissent are
eventually converted,

thanks to people like us and our methods.

But military rule is
frowned upon these days.

We need all the political friends we can get.

Now, torture is torture,
no matter how you try to disguise it.

Why do you go to such extremes?

I do not understand you.

You were always anonymous, a non-entity,

but your record was first-class,
your loyalty unquestioned.

That is why you were chosen
to fill the gap left by Salis' death.

But this time you have gone too far.

You are corrupt!

Perhaps you always have been.

I just do not know.

In any case, I shall have you
relieved of your duties.

You are far too unbalanced
for a task that is perverse enough as it is.

But your loyalty to our
cause must be considered.

I shall suppress the reasons
for your dismissal.

But surely, sir,
you will give me an opportunity to explain.

(GASPING)

WOMAN: Ears...

Eyes“.

MAN: We'll give him a different nose.

Uh...

No. That's not him.

(GIGGLING) I think it's the mouth.

I think it should go up at that side.

Car's waiting outside, sir.

Right. What's this?

We're trying to build up his picture.

(GIGGLING) You've taken the chin out.

It's nice like that, though.

- What do you reckon?
- Thought it was worth a try.

All men look the same to her.

Take out the eyes. Try the eyes.

The old man's
worried about the newspaper coverage.

He wants to try something spectacular,

even if it doesn't pay off,

so you better round up
some pretty volunteers.

I'm going off to the mortuary.

Right.

Hey.

I've got a job for you.

Oh?

A beauty parade.

FREMONT: We're all well aware of the fact

that intelligence-gathering missions
are vital to the security of the west.

And that's precisely
why they've got to go on.

They need protection... Armed protection.

I don't agree with you there.

Additional aircraft will jeopardize
the productivity of these missions.

For one thing, they will interfere
with sophisticated radar equipment,

and on top of that,
they will probably restrict radio traffic.

We're under fire already, Fremont.

Look, I don't care what
sort of fairy stories you wish to make up

for the benefit of our friends in the press,

just as long as you don't try and put any of
them into practice. Is that clear?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes?

Yes, sir.

Very well.

Goodbye, sir.

Look, this, uh,

this fantastic
self-destructing mechanism of yours...

It's supposed to blow up an aircraft, isn't it?

And the pilot, as well.

Well, it hasn't worked.

And so somebody somewhere
has got a live airman on their hands.

- The morphine is killing the pain?
- He withstood all interrogation.

He won't be able to talk again for hours.

I don't care if he's deaf and dumb.

Just put him back in one piece, hmm?

You'll never wash it away, son.

No?

No. Once you've been around it,
it never goes away.

Exactly the same as Eileen Stevens,

down to the last bloody detail.

Do you have an answer for this?

Could be a coincidence.

Brand. The killer's mark.

Maybe. Although
something even more puzzling.

- What?
- The heart's a powerful organ.

It can pump, what,
round about 50 pints a minute, right?

Yes.

So if you sever the jugular vein,

a swiftly beating
heart will spurt out blood like a fountain.

A body could be drained
in next to no time, right?

Of course.

Both these girls'
arteries were virtually emptied.

Hmm. In the case of Eileen Stevens,

we assume that the gushed-out blood

was soaked up in the ground.

You did the tests. No blood, right?

No.

This girl was found on concrete.

Then why wasn't
she literally lying in a pool of blood?

That's it. Hardly any blood at all.

What's your answer?

Oh, I didn't say I had one.

We must assume he's gonna do it again.

We have got a lead, though, Doctor.

Both the girls were picked up in clubs.

So if, uh, we can't go to him,

we must get him to
come to us, mustn't we?

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

Now, the transistor goes into the shoe,

like that.

Oh. Quite a fit.

Yeah.

Thanks.

- All right?
- Ta, yeah.

Good. Now, the microphones.

Um...

Two of the girls haven't reported back yet?

I hope, for their sake, this is a waste of time.

Well, we'd better get out of here.

Down the front of the trousers.

Down the front... Would you let me?

Yes, as you like.

I'll, uh, get it from the other end.

Can you pull it out for me?

Now, listen up, Joyce!

Keep your hair on.
This is my department, you know.

Yeah, this is my department.
Now, put your clothes on.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Take it easy. I don't want you
picking up any strange men.

I won't pick up any strange men
if you stick to me.

With heat like this, I will stick to you.

Now, come on. Get your skates on.

(MAN SINGING)
I go the limit now for everybody

To really get a thrill

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Make love

With all the world around me

Make love

Have a foolish, happy time

I'll be happy now

I'll be happy now

I'll be happy now

Ahh, ahh, ahh

Gonna be happy now

I'm gonna take you to another world

I wanna take you with me, girl

I need to know all I can about living

So I can live with you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Make love

With all the world around me

Make love

Have a foolish, happy time...

By yourself?

Time for a last drink, if you'd like.

Are you lost?

How about that drink?

(INAUDIBLE)

(ENGINE STARTING)

MAN: Where do you want
to have that drink?

WOMAN: Well, I really think
I should go home.

MAN: Okay, then.
We'll have it at your place.

You haven't even told me
your name yet, you know?

That's right.

- Guess.
- Okay.

- And I'll guess yours.
- Right. Um...

Just for laughs.

Peter.

- No?
- No. Too ordinary.

Michael.

Not today, lady.

Jeremy?

WOMAN: Tell me.

Rudolph Valentino.

Uh... Archibald!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

MAN: Madam, you insult me.

WOMAN: I wouldn't insult you.

I'll go the quick way across the common.
Is that all right?

Yes. All right. Fine.

MAN: Do you always have
to be home so early?

WOMAN: No, only when I'm working.

Come on. 5 minutes wouldn't make you
that much uglier, would it?

It wouldn't make me uglier at all.

What could we do in 5 minutes?

Exactly.

There he goes. He's turning off.

No boyfriend?

Well, I did have my boyfriend with me,
but we had this terrible row.

- WOMAN: And he left.
- MAN: I see.

(LAUGHING)

You wouldn't be laughing
if it was your old woman.

Where is he now?

I haven't got the vaguest idea.

He wasn't very groovy, anyway.

Oh, charming.

Oh, that's a long kiss! (CHUCKLING)

- Let's go break 'em up.
- No. Let the girl have some fun.

All he's killing in there is time.

You think she's enjoying herself in there?

Hey, wait.

(SUCKING SOUNDS)

What's that?

What the hell's he doing?

Dirty little bastard!

What are you, some kind of a maniac?

That's enough, Griffin.
Leave him! Leave him!

(SIREN APPROACHING)

Stephen, get an ambulance.

Blimey, like a bloody vampire.

She's all right.

That bastard might have killed her!

All right, come here!

Get the cuffs on him, will you?

Have to send you
two back to training school I can see.

I think he might
even've gotten away from you, sir.

He was as strong as a bloody ox.

Look what he did to Fred.

Let's have a look at him.

(BEEPING)

Sir, we've got a signal!
Her shoe must still be in the car.

Get in the car, follow me.

Doctor, I want you around when we get him.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

We've got him good and strong now, sir.

Bellaver, here.
We're on the suspect's tail now.

Follow us. He's headed west. Over.

He's turned off to the left.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BEEPING)

We're still with him, sir.

Keep going. And up the speed.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hello, Tango-1. Hello, Tango-1.

This is Tango-3 calling Tango-1.

Can you hear me? Over.

(BEEPING)

He's within a mile.

Bellaver to MP.

We've spotted him and on his tail.
Hard on it.

Can you get as many cars as you can
to follow us in pursuit? Over and out.

(CARS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BEEPING)

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Right. Let's take him.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Tango-6, Tango-2.

He's headed toward the chalk quarry.

Converge. Over and out.

Wilco, sir. Can hear you.

Understood. Over and out.

Okay, Joe, get a move on.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

We've overshot him, sir.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Check in there.

Go see what you can find out, will you?

See if he's in the house.

Some of you go around front,
the others around back.

You two, follow them, will you?

Bellaver to HQ. I think we've
got the suspect trapped in the quarry.

Take it easy, lads.

Thomas!

(SIREN WAILING)

BELLAVER: Come on, chummy. That's it.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on, son.
Don't be so bloody stupid.

Right. If he wants to play it rough,
let's give it to him rough.

But mind, he's got a kick
like a bloody horse. Come on.

Right. Get him.

God, he weighs a ton!

Warden, report in to the station, will you?

Yes, sir.

Well...

It's all over, eh?

Sir.

It's incredible. He's only stunned.

Stunned?

Right. Fix him to the car, will you?

Now, you won't bite through that, chummy.

It's a pity they don't hang 'em anymore.

WARDEN: Yes, sir.
Message received and understood.

(GROANING)

I believe he's coming now, sir. Over.

Jackson's dead, sir.

Griffin is seriously injured,
but he's receiving medical attention.

I see. All right, thanks.

Bellaver, sir.

We've got the man.

Yes, he's safely cuffed up now, sir.

(GRUNTING)

Unfortunately, we've lost
one of our men, sir, Jackson.

Detective Constable Griffin's been injured,
but he's receiving medical attention.

This is the worst I've ever seen in my life.

I've seen nothing like it in my life, sir.

GOVERNOR: Well, you've
done a hell of a job, Bellaver.

All of you. Tell them for me, would you?

Understood, sir.
Thank you very much indeed, sir.

Over and out, sir.

GOVERNOR: Watch out, then. Over and out.

The governor said he's very pleased...

(GROANING)

- Get the bastard!
- Come on!

Bring up some men to follow us, will you?

Joyce, use the car! Head him off!

How could he snap
through high tensile steel?

- He didn't.
- Eh?

Look.

There.

He seems to be headed west.

I'm going on the main road
to try and cut him off.

You keep your eyes peeled for him, will you?
Right. Move.

(POLICE WHISTLE BLOWING)

Tango-4, Tango-4, are you receiving? Over.

You're not thinking
of stitching that back on him, are you?

Might be possible.

Blimey! I don't know.

Such operations are rarely successful.

I'm not a bit surprised.

Hello, Tango-4, Tango-4,
what is your position? Over.

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Approaching prospect crossroads.

Tango-4, great! Suspect headed your way.

Make for the west end of Hynes Meadow.

Over and out. Right. Get moving.

Hello, Tango-1.

We're proceeding in a westerly direction
along Hynes Avenue.

We're gonna try and cut him off.

(PANTING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

OFFICER: Come on, men!

Come on!

(SIREN WAILING)

Come on, men!

Come on, now!

He's tiring.

Come on!

Thomas, he's coming your way!

Head him off, man! Head him off!

All right!

Come on, come on!

Through there!

Come on!

Through there!

Around the back!

Open the gate!

Thomas, you stand by. Have you seen him?

- In there, sir.
- Don't let the bastard get away this time.

Get around the back, keep him covered.
You come with me.

Get him.

It's a bloody tank. Try and get him out!

(SIZZLING)

Ahh...

Wha...

My hand...

Acid.

Ah, ahh!

Get it under water, quick.

It burns!

Oh! Oh!

There won't be much left of his arm.

Then there can't be much left of him.

(GURGLING)

All right, let's go.

My man's gonna lose an arm, Doctor.

Now, what's a vat of acid doing out there?

Well, you see, I'm involved
in some very important cancer research.

I breed germ cultures
and I watch their growth

and their effect on human tissue.

I work with animals,

and I have arrangements
with several hospitals.

The, uh... The acid.

Oh, yes, well, obviously, after a time,
some of the material I use decomposes,

and so I destroy it in the acid,

in order to avoid
spreading dangerous bacteria.

Won't you sit down?

I see. And you've no idea
who the killer could be, eh?

From your description, I'm afraid I don't.

Will you have a cigarette?

But his first victim was
a member of your own staff.

And now he seems to have deliberately
made his way here and jumped in the acid.

Yes, I've wondered about that, too.

Well, he must have known Eileen, and...

Well, perhaps
she told him where she worked,

and maybe they used the
outbuildings to meet in,

and she may have told him about the acid.

All the more reason, surely,
why he wouldn't jump in, isn't it?

Superintendent, there is an inherent feeling

of guilt attached to
most aberrant psychotic cases.

Subconsciously, of course,

he was probably looking for a punishment

equal to the enormity of his act.

I mean, such a gruesome death...

Well, it would seem
almost to be in character.

But to feel no pain...

That might explain his incredible strength.

When you feel nothing, not even pain,

then the body and the spirit
are capable of limitless things.

Mmm. It's a pity about that acid.

Well, at least all of him didn't go in.

We may still get some answers.

Answers? From what?

His hand.

He tore it off
getting loose from our handcuffs.

(WHISPERING) I've never seen anything
as strong as this before.

Look, is this a private party,
or can I know what it's all about now?

The tendons and muscles

are both made of a substance
we can't classify. It's quite...

Hang on.
Strong or not, it is just a hand, isn't it?

We're not even sure it's organic.

But it was bleeding.

You can't tell me the hand's artificial.

Not artificial. Let's say synthetic.

Man-made. Like rubber.

And the rest of the hand?

Is normal flesh and blood.

Well, if they are man-made,

how does flesh and blood
grow on them, then?

That's why we want
the best equipment in the country...

To find out.

I'll see you get every cooperation.

Oh, by the way, uh,
you better bring the hand in for safekeeping.

If it's as unusual as you say it is,

it might, uh, might get up
and walk away, mightn't it?

What do you think you're up to?

Give me that at once.

But we are under heavy pressure
for real information.

Promise Ambassador Opwitz.

Give me time.
I want to find a use for him first.

Aye, but I haven't much time left.

Regional meeting?

Yes.

Have a safe journey.

Your documents, sir.

Hurry UP-

Where is your exit visa, sir?

It's there.

It's not signed.

Don't be a fool. Do you know who I am?

I'm sorry, sir.

I must ask you to get out of the car.

I am the Minister of State.

Now, please give me my documents.

I'm sorry, sir.

I must ask you to follow me
to my superior officer.

SOREL: Her neck's fractured,
her spine's broken,

she's been dead about 20 minutes.

So, the hand's missing, eh?

And all the damage to my furniture.

What do you think?

Well, either this is coincidence,

some kinky freak burglary turned tragic,

or, um, or we've got more than one
supernormal maniac on our hands.

Vital to the security...

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

(BEEPING)

What number are you calling?

Your number, Fremont.

When?

An hour?

Yes, uh, very well.

I'll meet you in an hour

at the fountain in Trafalgar Square.

What's this?

Narcotics, sir.

Hey, man. I love you.

I'm mad about you and all.

What's going on?

- The case is closed.
- Closed?

That's what I said.

According to the old man,

the case closed all on its own

when that animal fell in the acid.

Jumped in the acid.

We know he's the killer, we know he's dead,

and that's all we can know.

Garbage! What about the other murder?

And there's the hand.

Person or persons unknown.

Nothing to do officially with the other case.

And how do we know it is?

What about Browning?

You were gonna screen...

He's been screened! And a right bloody idiot
I made of myself doing it, too.

He's totally above suspicion...

Even got a research contract
with the government.

I've been ordered
not to bother him with this again.

Nobody told me!

I did!

That's what I said!

Well, you're on
bleedin' half-day holiday, are you?

What the hell's bitten him?

Look. I don't want to get you
into trouble with Bellaver,

but I'm gonna find out all I can,
whether or not the police are interested.

Well, I'm the police, and I'm interested.

The first thing is to get
a sample of that acid.

If anything happens, blow the horn.

And if I'm not back soon, clear off.

Oh, and, uh...

Call the cops.

(HORN HONKING)

We agreed alone.

They heard so much about you,

they wanted
to see what you really looked like.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Or are you here just for the shopping?

We have your pilot, Friar.

I see.

You invaded our territorial air space,
but the plane did not self-destruct.

He's alive and well, so...

I found a new role for him...

That of pawn.

We do, of course, monitor radio activities

and radar communications.

So does everybody else who can afford it.

So do you.

But that hardly justifies

your trying to make
political capital out of it.

Does it?

An interesting situation.

A real live pilot from a real life spy plane.

You know the trouble he could cause for you
if we wanted him to.

But you don't want him to, is that it?

You can have him back.

No international embarrassment.

Or if you prefer, I'll have him killed.

What's the price?

You won't understand, and I won't explain,

but I want all the information

and every scrap of evidence
your police possess

relating to the so-called "vampire murders."

Just that?

Yes.

Very well.

(DOOR OPENING)

Nurse...

Nurse, could you
please contact Superintendent Bellaver?

Nurse, it's important.

Just back from court. Guess what?

They got Hewitt off again.

Never mind.

You'll get him one of these days.

Law of averages.

Did you want me, sir?

Yeah. Jimmy Joyce has made a...

Has made a missing person's breakdown.

It's quite peculiar.

The norm has gone mad this last year.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What is it?

It's a Professor Weiss.

Show him to my office.

This way please, Professor.

He's a sociologist. He's doing a book

on the psychological
aspects of crimes of violence.

Come in.

Professor Weiss, sir.

Professor.

I've got all the, uh, all the medical reports,

analysis of blood stains,

all scraps of evidence.

The whole story, what there is of it.

If you can make anything of it,
you'll let me know, will you?

I've arranged for you to look them over
in an office just down the hall.

- You won't be disturbed.
- Don't bother. I want to take them with me.

Just a minute.

You've come here with a
great deal of influence,

but I don't care who orders it...

You can't take away police evidence.

Very well, Superintendent. Thank you.

Right. I'll show you the office.
Just down the hall.

(GROANING)

Hello? This is Dr. Sorel.

Constable, I want that report
as soon as possible.

- Right.
- Eh, what is it now, Doctor?

You've got to send some men out
to Browning's house.

No, we haven't.
Our orders are to leave him alone.

And get them to the yard.

Look, this is urgent.
Uh, let me talk to Bellaver.

Doctor, I wish you could. Bellaver's dead.

I imagine I can guess
why you're here, Doctor.

You found a whole assortment
of strange mysteries

through your involvement
with the police, and...

You thought you might
find some answers here,

is that it?

That's about it.

I wanted a sample of your amazing acid.

Well, I did think it
was a bit dangerous to keep it out there,

so I... I had it moved here.

As a doctor,

I think you're going to be fascinated
with what I'm trying to do.

I don't have much of a chance to show off,

and, well, I couldn't resist
telling you anyway.

But once you fully understand,

your life will have to wind down
a very different road.

Well?

I want to know.

Good.

You see this?

Television can be very useful
during an operation.

Yes, I can see much more clearly
with the camera eye.

And this. This is my activator
and my fabricator. Hmm.

Science-fiction names, I know,
but actually, science fact.

With them, I can shape and bend
the laws of surgery as you know them

in my search for human perfection.

Look at this.

How long ago did she die?

She has never really existed yet.

You see,
she's been assembled piece by piece,

organ by organ.

She's a composite, like Keith.

Keith?

Yes, you remember,
the so-called "vampire killer."

- The boy who jumped in the acid?
- Yes.

You made him?

Yes. He was my first, in a way.

The first, anyway,

with autonomously
functioning brain patterns.

Oh, the others all were really nothing more

than...than robots.

Now, you see, it's like
taking the best working parts

of 2 separate machines,
and forging them together

into one perfect new machine.

Five minutes, Doctor.

You're in luck. You can watch an operation.

Would you like to?

Well, yes, but...

But all this is impossible.

No. Only your acceptance of it.

So, you've created life?

It's the old mad scientist's dream.

Let's play God.

My dear young man,
you know as well as I do

that God is dying all over the world.

Man invented him,
but doesn't need him anymore.

Man is God now.

As a matter of fact, he always was.

But where will this end?

Overpopulation, pollution, famine,

nuclear holocaust, war.

This civilization is driving us
into the sea of extinction.

The keynote is control.

But that's the province of
politicians, not scientists.

Yes, but we're the only ones
who are trying to combat the problem now.

In 20 years' time,
we will be in positions of power,

and then we'll be ready to act
for the good of humanity.

We?

You didn't think I was in it alone, did you?

You think I could do it all on my own?

There are more of you doing this work?

Uh, not many, but more, yes.

We're like a slowly growing organism,

in its infancy now, but gradually maturing.

A super race.

Well, yes.

But not an evil super race.

Still, in the future, there won't be any room

for imperfection.

But who chooses?

In medicine as you know it,

your organ transplants are forcing a choice.

I mean, who should have another heart?

The mental deficient

or the great philosopher, hmm?

Or an artist or some great statesman?

Now, don't tell me
that you would choose the deficient.

All right. Now you see, your society

is taking the first baby steps
that we took years ago.

You seem to forget, Doctor,
you have to murder them.

Well, my dear young man,
we are for the future.

Now I ask you,
what future did they have, hmm?

Beauty fades.

Even the greatest athletes grow old young.

I've speeded up the healing process.

Wounds heal perfectly
with no scar tissue or pain,

in little more than an hour,

as you'll see when I remove the brain

from this skull and put it into this one.

I won't let you do it, Doctor.

Tell them to stay back.

Tell her to untie the girl.

Tell her.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

(GRUNTING)

You?

Yes, I'm a composite, too.

And so are both of them.

Well, let's get on with it.

Scalpel.

(DOOR OPENING)

Rogers, get rid of him.

I won't be interrupted now.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, that's being pointlessly savage!

You can't hurt her anyway.
You should know that.

(GRUNTING)

Help me, Nurse.

Browning, you have been
uncommonly stupid.

Who are you?

Konratz.

What do you want?

Your composite that ran amuck.

Its killings found the papers,
even in my own country.

You should have destroyed him yourself.

Yes, I know, I...

Even so, your operation has become
much too dangerous.

Is she one?

Yes.

That your disposal tank?

Yes.

I have destroyed all the police evidence

and the man, Bellaver.

But was that necessary? I thought...

Now I must destroy all this.

Oh, no!

All positions of power
must be consolidated first.

You are not yet ready in this country.

Politically, you are expendable.

Oh, no. I...

I can't let you destroy that.

Too soon. Too dangerous.

No!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GURGLING)

You've turned every
scientific advance into a weapon.

You won't have me or my work.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Mind the step.

You were ordered not to interfere, Doctor.

I'm well aware of the situation here.

Everything's under control.

Now get in the car and wait for me.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GURGLING)

FREMONT: Where is Konratz?

He tried to destroy all of this.

He thought we'd been careless
in letting my work go too far.

He was evil.

He made me realize that
we aren't perfect yet,

that we could be corrupted
by too much power.

So we must find all of the others
who may have gone bad

and destroy them before it's too late.

It is too late now.

(GURGLING)

Is it all over, sir?

It's only just beginning.